OH EM GEE FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU FOR DOING MY REQUEST 😍
SECONDLY, I’M NOT SURE IF 👻 WAS ALREADY TAKEN SO I JUST TOOK IT AND HOPE IT WASNT TAKEN IF IT IS I NEEDA PICK SMT ELSE
THIRDLY, I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA FOR SUBBY! KEEGAN 😭
Sub! Keegan with higher ranking! reader 🤭 idm what you do but as long as we mark our mans, make him ours and fuck his brains out I’m content 😍
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big fat a/n before you read. sorry for the extremely slow update and how unactive i've been, my narcolepsy and schizophrenia has not been the best for me and i've been sleeping a shit ton, so updates might be even slower but i'll get shit out.
MENU? subbot keegan, domtop gn!reader. corruption, marking, degrading, praise occasionally, impact play. it's in drabble / hc form, sorry for how short it is.
a/n. no, 👻 is not taken don't worry.
captain keegan, who shows such dominance when he's with his team. commanding them and leading them through missions with a confident voice, yet once he's with you, he feels as if he's nothing but a corporal. you're so many ranks above him at admiral. your clearance is much higher, you're apart of the executives. your uniform shows that, with your badge that clearly says 'ADMIRAL' on it, and the medals you've collected from your years of harsh conditions and battlefields.
captain keegan who falls apart at the sight of you, he adores how rough you are with him. how your fingers dig into his skin and how you leave hickeys and bite marks along his neck, a clear indication that keegan only belongs to you.
captain keegan who doesn't say anything when you command him to your office, only a "Yes, admiral." and a curt nod before following you, the act of professionalism drops the second the door shuts and keegan once again is nothing but a toy to you.
captain keegan who knows how this is against the rules, he knows how this can easily get him and you demoted but the risk of it all only turns him on more and he that thought flies out of his head when your spanking him for a mission he fucked up on.
captain keegan who moans loudly, like a common whore and you have to put your hand around his mouth as you have him bent over your desk whilst you pound into him.
"that's it, good boy f'me. taking my cock so well hm?"
bringing a disobedient man down to his knees. pulling him by his hair, his legs burning from the carpet. “uh—m–mghh,” he’d grab your thighs to stabilize himself, cheeks flushed with humiliation. “y’can’t even stay still?” you’d ask, and he’d whimper in shame yet remain stubborn to save his ego. “make me,” he challenges, eyebrows knitted together. you yank him back, strands twirling with your grip, “fuck you say t’me?”
your foot presses against his clothed cock, which was leaking similarly to a broken pipe. he still doesn’t say anything, mouth shut and his soft moans occasionally passing through. you’re sure you’ve taken away his climax for the third time already, hand in a rhythmic pace and thumb teasing. it doesn’t take very long until he finally breaks, pre slipping between the gaps of your fingers. he couldn’t take it anymore, stuttering, “mmnghh—m’s,sorry, ‘m sorry, daddy.” he sobs, tone whining.
“fu—uck, please, please, please. i wann’–i wanna cum, daddy, oh please.” he grasps the sheets, head tilting back with a gasp. his hips buck into your hand, “shit, please, s’sorry.”
and when you finally let your little disobedient man cum, he’s crying out. babbles of, “m’god, thank’y s’much, daddy.”
everytime i fucking see this art istg i’m gna write breeding omega pussy haver suguru and fuck him stupid i’m actually gnawing at the fucking BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE.
Ftm! Keegan GOT INJURED DURING A MISSION A MONTH AGO AND HAS TO STAY AT THE BASE WHILE THE REST OF THE TEAM GOES ON A MISSION, INCLUDING HIS PARTNER
BUT KEEGAN CANT SLEEP WITHOUT HIS PARTNER SO HE SLEEPS IN THEIR ROOM WHILE THEYRE GONE
wHEN READER COMES BACK HES ASLEEP CURLED UP IN THEIR BED, WEARING LITTLE TO NOTHING WHILE A TOY OF CHOICE IS SOMEWHERE ON THE BLANKETS BECAUSE HE GOT SO NEEDY AND READER DECIDES TO EAT HIM OUT AND HE WAKES UP DURING THE END OF IT
OVERALL ITS SOFT AND PLEASURING KEEGAN UNTIL HE’S SQUIRMING, WHINING AND OVERSTIMULATED
Maybe throw some praise in it? 🤭🤭 GN! Reader please 🫶🫶
a/n - that's really fuckin' cute, i love subby needy keegan was a good idea indeed, 👻 anon, also sorry i couldn't shove in as much praising as i wanted
FEM ALIGNED, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI.
keegans curled up in your bed, he can't sleep without you and that certain scent and warmth you have that has him relaxing, all his problems leaving him. he misses you dearly, curled up with a vibrator pressed to his clit as he let out soft moans.
"hnngh, f-fuck.."
he can't help but imagine its you pressing the vibrator to his clit, telling him he's such a 'good boy' for you and how well behaved he is for you. but it doesn't feel right.
he's fingering himself whilst his other hand pushes the vibrator up and down, teasing himself. but his fingers don't hit the spots like you do, and he's whining softly to himself, tearing up in frustration slightly. he misses you! why can't you just come back to the base already?
he throws the vibrator to the side after a bit, too frustrated to continue as he groans and just closes his eyes, his thighs are sticky from his own slick and juices but he's too tired and annoyed to continue, shutting his eyes and wishing you were there with him.
and when you do return, opening your door to see keegan curled up on your bed, and you smile warmly, your boyfriend is so cute. you try to be as quiet as possible, you don't want to wake him up since he's still healing from his wounds, you ignore his protests when he says that 'he's fine!'
you raise your eyebrow at the vibrator thrown across the bed, then you take into account how keegans just in your shirt, no underwear, his boxers thrown off somewhere. poor baby, you think to yourself before crawling onto the bed, spreading his legs out his position, and looking down at his leaky cunt.
soon, you're eating him out. and somehow he still hasn't woken up, your fingers inside him, thrusting in and out softly whilst you flick and lick his clit. watching him squirm and make small noises while he sleeps.
and when keegan wakes up to the warm feeling around his clit and digits inside him, he mumbles and whines. looking down at you as he rolls his hips into your mouth, moaning.
"mnngh! [n-name], 'm g'na cum!"
and he does! squirting as you lap up his juices and pull away, slick dripping down your lips with a grin.
"that's it, such a good boy."
you coo at him, he's so cute like this, face flushed and his hands gripping the sheets. you lean back down, and pressing your thumb onto his clit and pressing your tongue to his hole, and he squeals slightly, he's slightly overstimulated but lets you continue as one of his hands come up to grip your hair as he bucks his pussy into your mouth, moaning and whining at the feeling.
and once he cums again with a squeal, he's fucked out on the bed as you wipe your face and press a kiss onto his forehead and lay down next to him, pulling him onto your lap and hes curled up, hands holding onto yours.
"missed you.."
"missed you too, darling"
and finally, keegan can sleep. his problems washing away with your warmth and smell he finally feels at home, in your arms once again.
drabble / thirst ─ bartender!ftm!ghost x gn!reader, reader implied to have a dick, can be read as strap. MENU? ftm character, ftm ghost, subbot! ghost, domtop reader, drugging (?), aphrodisiac, slightly dubious / dub-con, ghost is fucked in the head, semi-public sex, slut-shaming, degrading, size difference
now playing.. SATIVA. JHENÉ AIKO & SWAE LEE
notes ,, my job has been kicking my ass sideways and so is uni so bare with me not beta-read.
FEM ALIGNED, MINORS & BLANK BLOGS DNI.
simon riley, a bartender at your local club. always wearing a balaclava, hiding his face from view. the only thing you can see are his pretty eyelashes and his dark eyes, when you sit down on the chair he can't help but stare. you're much bigger than him, he knows that for sure and it has him squeezing his thighs together. he walks up to you, asking what you want and when you answer with an 'old fashioned' he responds.
"good choice." is all he says, you assume its because he likes bourbon just as much as you like it.
simon riley who watches you down your drink in one go, you can't see it with the balaclava covering his face but the side of his lips twitch into a smile, perhaps the perks of being a bartender and seeing a customer he likes can be that he could serve them anything. you don't even second guess it when he asks if you want a refill, on the house.
simon riley who pretends to ask if you're okay, after seeing how hazy you are. he knows what he's done to you, he knows he's drugged your drink on purpose. he listens to your response, your words are slurred and at the end of every word you say, there's a breathy drag on from the last word.
simon riley who smirks to himself when he helps you to the club's bathrooms when you say you don't feel too well, under the facade of being a "good citizen."
simon riley who almost squeals when you pin him down onto the sink counter, your out of breath and panting, it's too hot for you to think and somehow, somehow that ended up with you fucking the bartender's cunt.
"f-fuck! mmngh.. t-that's it.. more!"
"you- fucking drugged my shit didn't you? you fucking slut."
simon doesn't respond, well he does in a squeal when your hand goes down to pinch at his clit, moaning loudly. he couldn't care less if anyone heard him moan, he'll let the whole club know how well some guy is dicking him down.
your cock feels way too good inside his cunt, there's a wet slap every time you pull out and then thrust your dick back into him, with how simon is he's almost like a leaky faucet over your dick. creaming around your cock when he feels you somehow, push your dick even further. flush against his sweet spot.
maybe the heats getting to him too, or maybe your making him drunk off your dick, 'cause he's grinding his hips back, too lost in pleasure to think about anything other than the massive cock in him, there's tears in his eyes and you only grin at the sight. grabbing his neck, you force him to look at the dirty bathroom mirror, forcing him to watch you piston your dick in and out of his sloppy cunt.
"..fuck, bartender? you should be a fucking.. prostitute instead.""mmngh! y-yes, f-f'r you-!"
he's creaming on your cock soon after, groaning when you pull out and start slapping his clit 'nd folds with your cock while you cum all over his pussy. he's dripping, in a mix of your cum and his own juices, slumped against the mirror.
"you think we're done? you fucking caused this, slut."
Okay, yeah, Keegan having a nsfw Twitter acc is cool and all, but what about ftm! Keegan having a nsfw acc? 🤭🤭
(Hc mixed with oneshot) Part 1/2 of the oneshot
Word count: 598
Sub! Keegan because there isn't enough sub! Keegan
REQUESTS OPEN ! PLEASE, REQUEST THINGS
NSFW, MDNI !
Just imagine Keegan, sat on his bed, scrolling through his latest Twitter notifications when he finds a user similar to yours, having liked a video of his.
He'd be so shocked, having to double take. And upon clicking on your account and seeing that yes, it was you, he'd be worried !!
What if you hear one of the whimpers of your name, which he usually always censors because of privacy reasons ?
He was overthinking everything, pulled out of his trance when he got a call. From you !!
"Keegan," Was the first thing you said and he swore he could feel heat pooling between his thighs just at how you said his name. "Yeah?" "Mind explaining to my as to why you were whining my name on your twitter account?"
He could feel his heart stop, his worst fear has come true. "What twitter account?" He asks, playing dumb. "Oh you know, the one where you finger you-" "Shut the fuck up." "So I was right, it was you."
Keegan wasn't sure if he wanted to grab his gun and shoot himself or if he wanted to continue the conversation and try explaining it wasn't him, but he chose a third option - shoot his shot.
"Why were you even on that side of twitter?" He asks, ignoring your question. "Why are you posting things like that?" ".. Touché."
"So, explain it to me, love." There it was, that fucking nickname you always called him. It was enough for him to reach down, pressing his core against his palm. "Well.. you see," Keegan chuckled slightly, biting back a moan at the friction he got.
"Explain it." That tone of yours, the way you sounded so stern, it got slick pooling between his thighs and stick to his briefs. Keegan's eyes swerved to look at the bottom drawer of his bedside table, very tempted to just reach for his vibrator. "I-.. I can't." Keegan muttered.
"Then show me." "What?" "Show me."
Ring!
"Are you at my fucking door?" "Maybe, maybe not. Open the door, love."
Keegan sucked in a breath, reluctantly standing up from his bed and walking towards his front door. He opened it and was met with the sight of you, wearing simple grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, one he would love to wear. "Hi." Keegan said, his voice quieter than he liked it.
You didn't reply, instead you simply stepped forward and grabbed his hips, pushing him against the wall of his apartment to which he let out a gasp, his hands instinctively wrapping around your neck when you kissed him.
He could handle kissing, sure. But he didn't like how his knees felt, how close to buckling they were. "The- the door," Keegan said, his voice far too breathy for his liking. "Oh, now you want privacy, hm? Like you aren't the one owning the twitter account."
Keegan huffed and pushed you back, walking towards the door and closing it only to feel your arm snaking around his hips the moment the door clicked shut. His eyes widened, an involuntary moan leaving him when you picked him up and his legs hooked around your hips.
His eyes fluttered shut, his arms once again wrapping around your neck while your lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake, searching for his sweet spot.
Which he let you know when you found it. He threw his head back slightly and sucked in a breath, biting down on his lip to muffle his sounds.